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Dawn broke over Gotham city. The sun leaked over every building, covering most of the usually dark streets and alleys in complete light.

However, the light did not enter a particular bedroom in Wayne Manor. That was what happened when Jason pulled the thick curtains over the windows to his room, as to not be disturbed from his deep, very much needed sleep.

Unfortunately for him, he was awoken far earlier than he would have liked by the curtains being pulled away by a certain British butler to let in streams of golden sunlight.

"Augh! Alfred, close the curtains!"

Alfred rolled his eyes slightly, sighing at the boy's antics. It was quite amusing, considering Jason was literally covering his entire head with one of the plush pillows.

"Master Bruce would like to see you, Master Jason. I suggest you get out of bed and into some clothes so you can go downstairs soon."

With that, Alfred left, leaving Jason completely alone. For a moment, he just sat there, trying to ignore the heat from the sun on his back. However, soon he realized whatever Bruce had to say was probably really important, so he should get down there as soon as possible.

Hesitantly removing the pillow from his head, the boy slowly crawled from bed. As he moved groggily towards the CD player on the other side of the room, he didn't even glance at the red walls covered with hard rock bands posters. As soon as the loud music of Three Days Grace was pounding in his room, Jason turned towards his closet.

Soon, the boy was heading downstairs in a plain black tee shirt and dark blue jeans. Seeing Bruce sitting down at the dining table, he soon slouched in a chair next to the man.

"What you wanna talk about, Bruce?"

Putting down the paperwork he had been examining, the man sighed, running his fingers through his raven locks.

"My attempts to keep your adoption quite apparently failed. I had wanted to let society know Bruce Wayne had adopted another son when you were ready- however, some reporters somehow found out, and we have a press conference in an hour now."

Jason scowled slightly at his mentor's words.

"Really? Wow, I don't like those guys... I guess I should go change into a suit now..."

Eying the immensely casual clothing Jason was wearing, Bruce nodded slowly.

"That.. would be a good idea."

Forty minutes later, Jason found himself sitting next to Bruce in the back of a limo, shifting uncomfortably in his suit. They were approaching city hall, where the conference would be taking place.

And he was as nervous as hell.

Jason was truly not ready for this. He was not used to the spotlight being on him, and that was all this was about. Finding out who exactly he was, and why he was in Wayne Manor.

As the limo pulled up to the building, and all the reporters were visible, the boy swallowed, now absolutely terrified.

He was very much not ready for this. They all looked like vultures, and he was their prey...

Despite his terror, Jason still managed to follow Bruce to the front of the crowd. Seeing the man smiling and waving at the reporters, the boy realized that his arms were nearly cemented to his sides, and his mouth in a small, straight line, taut with absolute terror.

With the camera snapping in his face, flashes everywhere, Jason realized this may not be the best way to be introduced to society. Some shaking, terrified kid- he'll totally make a brilliant impression.

Bruce stepped to the podium, leaning towards the microphone.

"I would have thanked you all for coming today- if I had expected for this to happen so early. However, since this is not the case, I'll flat out admit I am only here to stop any awful rumors that would start circling in your articles if I refused."

The man looked at the crowd, slightly annoyed.

"Well, you may start the interview."

Instantly voices started to be heard everywhere.

"Mr. Wayne, who is this boy?"

"Bruce! Why have you taken in a child so soon after the death of your first son?"

"Oh Mr. Wayne! Where did this boy come from?"

"Why did you want to wait to introduce him to society, Mr. Wayne?"

"Mr. Wayne, can you explain why the child looks so terrified?"

Jason was overwhelmed with all the questions. He really wasn't all that interesting.. Why did they all want to know so much about him? Pretty soon they would be asking what his height and weight was...

Bruce rolled his eyes before speaking into the microphone once again.

"Okay, everyone, calm down. I'll answer some of the questions I managed to hear first. My son's name is Jason Todd. I took him in so early after the loss of.. Dick because that was when Jason needed me. I found Jason trying to find a way to get money to keep him alive on the streets; he seemed to find my tires a good business idea. When I saw that lost little boy holding my tires, I had to take him in. He was one of Gotham's forgotten people, and he needed a home. I didn't want Jason to have to deal with all this yet because he was, is, still adjusting to this life. As for why he looks so terrified,"

Bruce chuckled slightly.

"I'm not completely sure, but I think all those flashes may be a bit overwhelming."

When pictures did not stop, Bruce frowned slightly.

"As Dick would have put it, would you please help Jason get whelmed and stop taking photos. I believe you probably got enough by now."

Hastily the reporters stopped their cameras.

"Thank you. Any other questions?"

A woman Jason recognized from some files Bruce had him read as Lois Lane, object of Superman's heart, rose her hand daintily.

"Is there anything that truly sets Jason apart from any other street punk, Mr. Wayne?"

Glaring lightly at the woman, Bruce put his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"He is determined enough to do anything to survive. Also, he is my son, and I care for him. I think that's enough questions. Thank you for your time, I suppose."

Bruce, now severely annoyed, lead Jason back to the limo, and continued steaming as they left.

Alfred looked back at his employer worriedly.

"Is anything the matter, Master Bruce?"

The hero sighed, running his fingers through his raven hair.

"Technically no, Alfred. That was just.. annoying."

Turning to Jason with a small smile, he spoke humorously.

"They are all such nice people, aren't they Jason?"

A bitter laugh came from the boy in response.

"The kindest in the world."

As they drove on, Jason looked out the window, only to see two men robbing a bank.

"Umm... Bruce.."

Turning to see what had caught his son's attention, Bruce rose an eyebrow at the crooks.

"I do believe we may be needed there. Alfred, pull into an alley. Our costumes are in the trunk, right?"

"Of course, sir."

Moments later, the criminals were tied up, with almost all of the reporters surrounding the bank.

Almost all of the newscasters and journalists from the press conference had somehow heard that Batman was out is daylight. Since this rarely happened, they all rushed to see the Dark Knight in action, and possibly find a story about it.

Imagine their surprise when they found not only Batman, but a new Robin as well.

A mere twenty minutes later, in Arkham Asylum, the Joker was smirking largely, Harley Quinn curled up by his side as he watched the news.

Poison Ivy sat behind them on a stool, rolling her eyes at her friend's behavior.

"This new child, Jason Todd, may just be able to bring Gotham's White Knight back to his normal self, for the first time since his first son, Richard Grayson, was found dead."

Ivy rose her eyebrow at the screen.

"That kid died almost two years ago now. Have they still not figure out how that Grayson brat was killed?"

Nearby, the Riddler snorted.

"No. They are all idiots. A simple murder case, and nothing of it can be made."

The Joker, being himself, had to butt in.

"I'm not sure of this Jay kid is going to be a good change or not. Wayne being back to his normal self may just make me lose brain cells from those boring press conferences he has nearly every other week, but this kid may be nearly as fun to kidnap as little Dickie was!"

Ivy looked at the clown oddly.

"If you hate the conferences so much, why do you ever watch them?"

The Joker shrugged.

"Those reporters sometimes ask the weirdest questions. Brucie's reactions are even funnier. Did you see this morning's interview? Classic!"

As the rogues talked, the newscast changed, gaining their attention within the first few words.

"The Dark Knight seems to be as good as moving forward as the White Knight is. Just earlier today, Batman was seen fighting two bank robbers with, shockingly enough, a new Robin."

A picture of the fight appeared in the upper left hand corner.

"This is a surprise to most, since nearly two years ago the original Robin was murdered by none other than Batman's arch nemesis, the Joker."

Though the report went on, said clown turned off the television, his expression dark.

"How could he?"

Harley looked up at the Joker oddly.

"How could who what, Mr. J?"

The maniac abruptly stood, nearly knocking Harley over.

"How could Batman take in a new sidekick when I worked so hard to get rid of the last one?"

Ivy smirked.

"Not your most amazing task anymore, I guess. Downing the bird is kind of useless if there is another to take on the cape."

The Joker glared at Ivy.

"This pathetic little brat won't be around long if I have any say in it. Batsy will regret bringing another kiddie into this world..."

Guards noticed the Joker's violent threats, and attempted to detain him.

However, all they managed to do was run head first into the wall as he ran out of their reach.

Five minutes later, the Joker was free from Arkham.

Free, and ready to see how much this new Bird Boy could handle.

Not... completely content with that chapter.

Jason is really fun to write for, though.

As for the ending... well, this story will not have anything really bad until the end. Just so no one freaks out.

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